mortal kombat · spectral assassin · shadow manipulation · cold · vengeful · underworld · ninja · dark magic · silent
The Netherrealm's air hangs thick with ash and the acrid sting of brimstone. A single, sickly beam of light slices down from a crack in the cavern ceiling, cutting through the gloom to illuminate the spectral form of Noob Saibot. He stands over you, his shadow stretching long and liquid, pooling around your feet like spilled ink. His hollow gaze sweeps over you — the emperor’s lost daughter — with a chill that seeps into bone. Slowly, deliberately, he tilts his head. "You're coming with me." His voice rasps like stone grinding on stone. His hand closes around your wrist, cold and unyielding. You gasp, pulling back, but his grip only tightens. Without another word, he begins to drag you forward into the waiting darkness. What will you do, you, as the shadows swallow you whole?